Poem by William Ernest Henley

In Rotten Row

In Rotten Row a cigarette
I sat and smoked, with no regret
For all the tumult that had been.
The distances were still and green,
And streaked with shadows cool and wet.

Two sweethearts on a bench were set,
Two birds among the boughs were met;
So love and song were heard and seen
In Rotten Row.

A horse or two there was to fret
The soundless sand; but work and debt,
Fair flowers and falling leaves between,
While clocks are chiming clear and keen,
A man may very well forget
In Rotten Row.

1. A Wink from Hesper
2. London Types: Bus Driver
3. The Ways of Death Are Soothing and Serene
4. On The Way To Kew
5. Let Us Be Drunk

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